And now, being informed, that the foremost of the pilgrims was one Divino, a wealthy chief of a distant island, Pani demanded of him his requital. But the other demurred; and by many soft speeches at length abated the recompense to three promissory cocoanuts, which he covenanted to send Pani at some future day. The next pilgrim accosted, was a sad-eyed maiden, in decent but scanty raiment; who without seeking to diminish Pani’s demands promptly placed in his hands a small hoard of the money of Mardi. “Take it, holy guide,” she said, “it is all I have.” But the third pilgrim, one Fanna, a hale matron, in handsome apparel, needed no asking to bestow her goods. Calling upon her attendants to advance with their burdens, she quickly unrolled them; and wound round and round Pani, fold after fold of the costliest tappas; and filled both his hands with teeth; and his mouth with some savory marmalade; and poured oil upon his head; and knelt and besought of him a blessing. “From the bottom of my heart I bless thee,” said Pani; and still holding her hands exclaimed, “Take example from this woman, oh Divino; and do ye likewise, ye pilgrims all.” “Not to-day,” said Divino. “We are not rich, like unto Fauna,” said the rest. Now, the next pilgrim was a very old and miserable man; stone-blind, covered with rags; and supporting his steps with a staff. “My recompense,” said Pani. “Alas! I have naught to give. Behold my poverty.” “I can not see,” replied Pani; but feeling of his garments, he said, “Thou wouldst deceive me; hast thou not this robe, and this staff?” “Oh! Merciful Pani, take not my all!” wailed the pilgrim. But his worthless gaberdine was thrust into the dwelling of the guide. Meanwhile, the matron was still enveloping Pani in her interminable tappas. But the sad-eyed maiden, removing her upper mantle, threw it over the naked form of the beggar. The fifth pilgrim was a youth of an open, ingenuous aspect; and with an eye, full of eyes; his step was light. “Who art thou?” cried Pani, as the stripling touched him in passing. “I go to ascend the Peak,” said the boy. “Then take me for guide.” “No, I am strong and lithesome. Alone must I go.” “But how knowest thou the way?” “There are many ways: the right one I must seek for myself.” “Ah, poor deluded one,” sighed Pani; “but thus is it ever with youth; and rejecting the monitions of wisdom, suffer they must. Go on, and perish!” Turning, the boy exclaimed—“Though I act counter to thy counsels, oh Pani, I but follow the divine instinct in me.” “Poor youth!” murmured Babbalanja. “How earnestly he struggles in his bonds. But though rejecting a guide, still he clings to that legend of the Peak.” The rest of the pilgrims now tarried with the guide, preparing for their journey inland. CHAPTER III. They Pass Through The Woods Refreshed by our stay in the grove, we rose, and placed ourselves under the guidance of Mohi; who went on in advance.